Two more years!! Two more years!! Two more years!! Two more years!!
Good evening Bolton fans.
Well, it would be a good evening, if it wasn’t for the news that Zat Knight has signed a new TWO YEAR CONTRACT. I don’t think many of us expected this.
Re-signing Zat for one year would have been bad enough. I admit that starting the season with Ream and Mills as the only recognised centre-backs (with Ricketts doing a job and Wheater out till the new year) may be a bit risky, but that’s a problem signing other defenders as cover would solve. Not Zat.
Zat Knight spent the majority of the first half of the season as the worst defender in one of the most shocking defences the Premier League has ever seen. Despite being 6 ft 6, the man lost header after header against men a foot shorter than him. His passing was awful, bettered only by his ability to intercept, and his poor positioning. He was too slow, too old, and at 32, it was clear to see that his career in the top flight was over.
Yet, partly due to his terrible performance, Bolton Wanderers will no longer play in the top flight this season. Which begs the question: is Zat good enough as cover for one of the top teams in the Championship?
Possibly. As a fourth (later on the season, this will be fifth) choice, it wouldn’t seem like too bad a decision to offer him a one-year deal and let him retire at 33 with a big promotion party.
But a TWO year contract? What does a 33 year old Zat Knight offer Bolton Wanderers if we return to the promised land at the first time of asking? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. This is the sort of bad decision-making that led to Grandad Blake getting a bit more pensions savings before residing at Doncaster Retirement Village. Sort it out Coyle; stop wasting your wage budget.
In other news, the image that Nat’s statue will be based on has been decided. Have a little look at the official club website. With regards to the article I wrote last week about the memorial fund, I agree with all your comments on here or Twitter that the club should be digging deep, not the fans. So let’s tell them and make them!
See you Wednesday, or maybe sooner if Mr X has tried to outdrink the residents of Galway.